Page 5 of Yakuza Book Boyfriend

Kenji

The way Nia is looking at me right now makes me want to beat my chest like a goddamn gorilla. The desire in her eyes. The lust, the fucking need. Worth every single second I sweated at the gym, got up for my runs even when I was sick as a dog, pushed through my sets, challenged myself, and made my body my sharpest weapon.

She’s biting down on her juicy bottom lip, squeezing her thick thighs, her dress climbing up to reveal even more skin, her big, round tits rising and falling under her heavy breathing. Eyes wide, nostrils flaring, fingers digging into the thick, dark duvet. Fucking magnificent.

My eyes never leaving hers, I start undoing my belt, and the click of the metal takes her attention away from my gaze. I fucking devour her facial expressions as she watches me slowly strip for her. I undo the button of my waistband with trembling fingers, and when I lower the zipper of my slacks, revealing my bulging underwear, it’s like her eyes are about to pop out of her gorgeous head.

Nia lets out a low, reverent whistle, and I can’t hold back a laugh. That brings her attention back to my face, and she smiles brightly, totally unrepentant.

“Sir, you’re packing.” She nods appreciatively.

I laugh again before winking. “Wait till you see it unpacked.” This time, her eyes grow as round as saucers, but her sultry grin doesn’t falter.

“Been waiting all night, big guy.”

I let out another low chuckle, at the same time pushing down my pants and boxer-briefs in one swift move. I step out of the pile of clothes and closer to Nia. Her ardent gaze slowly travels from my feet to my eyes, taking her sweet time, savoring me along the way. My engorged cock throbs and twitches under her famished gaze. The more she stares, the harder I grow. Longer. More precum leaking from my slit and sliding down my erect shaft. And when she fucking licks her lips, I can’t take it anymore. I fist myself and take the last step to close the distance between us. Nia’s mouth is already open, ready, eager. She welcomes the head of my cock with a low, appreciative moan, a long lick, and a hungry slurp as she swallows my sensitive tip. She sucks, swirls her tongue, tickles my underside, licks my slit… Fuck! This woman is gonna drive me crazy… After slobbering all over my cockhead, she starts licking and kissing the length of my shaft. My eyelids fall shut tight, my big hands slide through her curls, and my entire body tenses and jerks with each passage of her delicious mouth, each swipe of her incredible tongue, each vibration coming from her throat. Fucking shit, she’s amazing. When there’s no way I have more than a single functioning brain cell left, Nia slides even lower and wraps her fucking magical lips around my balls… Fucking licking, sucking, slurping and toying with me like I’m her goddamn plaything and she’s having the fucking best time. And she doesn’t forget about my cock. Her hands slide up and down my shaft, around my cockhead. I feel myself throb and pulsate in her mouth between her fingers. My head pounds, my spine fucking tingling with the building orgasm, my toes pressing into the carpet. My eyes opening and closing under the onslaught of sensory overload. Watching her take me. Shit, never seen anything more beautiful. Hearing the sounds of her soft, warm, wet mouth on me. The noises of suction, her loud moans, my grunts… fuck! It won’t be long now…

I abruptly pull myself out of her mouth and drop on the bed next to her, one forearm thrown over my eyes, breathing heavily. “Need a minute, babe.” I hear her responding giggle and can only shake my head, one corner of my mouth pulling into an instinctual smile. My fucking girl. I feel movement on the bed, then hear the rustling of clothes. When I open my eyes, pushing up on my elbows, I’m met with a vision. Nia has removed her dress, and she’s lying by my side in nothing but a set of see-through black lace underwear. She’s fucking perfect. One side of her lower lip caught between her straight, white teeth, fucking smiling. Her fucking perfect tits at my fucking mercy. Full and soft and fucking perfect all over. Deep chocolate brown skin, soft belly, incurved waist, generous hips, fucking thick thighs, and mile-long legs. Fuck, my woman is everything.

I’m on her in a second, all thoughts of taking a second to cool off fucking forgotten. She’s all I see, all I can hear, all I can fucking feel. I take her delicious mouth in a fucking starving kiss. Licking her lips and tongue, biting her, fucking drinking from her. My hands are all over her body. Squeezing, caressing, grabbing, scratching, fucking marking her as mine, mine, mine. I move from Nia’s mouth to her face, pressing soft kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, the line of her jaw. My tenderness, in complete contrast with the claiming motions of my hands. I’m pinching and rolling her nipples, groping her ass, sliding my fingers through the wet, swollen folds of her pussy. She gasps into my mouth, arching under my touch.

“You like that?” I softly bite her earlobe, triggering a long shiver through both of us. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking responsive.” Nia whimpers incoherently, and I chuckle against the column of her throat before proceeding to lick, bite and suckle at the skin there too.

“Oh fuck, Ken… that feels so fucking good…”

I continue my journey down her body with my lips, tongue, teeth, and hands. My cock fucking cursing me to hell and back for keeping him out of the fun. Patience, buddy. When I reach her navel, I slowly savor her belly button, and Nia arches off the mattress, her hands and legs trapping my head. I chuckle against her skin and detangle myself to slide lower. But she only allows me one single, delicious lick before sitting up abruptly, taking her luscious pussy out of my mouth’s reach.

“Uh-huh, sir. No more of that. Time for that big dick you’ve been teasing me with.”

I crack up. “You’re fucking nuts.” Her responding smile sets my soul free. I never even knew sex could be this much fucking fun. Not just technical skills, reciprocity, and check-ins. But spontaneity, humor, instinctual give-and-take. This woman is fucking amazing.

Seven

Nia

The way Kenji is looking at me makes me feel like a million fucking bucks. His eyes glued to mine, smiling at me, mouth still stretched into a grin. So fucking handsome. Manly. Big, strong, hot. Funny, attentive. Fucking beautiful. I feel so damn blessed.

He leans into me, wrapping a large hand at the back of my neck and bringing my face close to his.

“There’s no going back now.” He kisses me deep and wet. “You’ll be mine till the day I fucking die.” Something fierce flashes through his dark eyes, and I watch him just as intently.

“And you mine,” I vow back just as solemnly. Meaning every word.

He slides a long, thick finger inside me, making me gasp and writhe, trying to move away to protest not getting his cock yet. But it feels so fucking good… perfect.

“Oh, God… Ken…”

“Right here, baby,” he whispers against my lips, finger-fucking me long and slow. Taking all his time, exploring me, watching me, fucking testing the waters, studying what makes me tick, what I like. How fast, how much pressure, how deep, how hard, how many fingers… what angle and curve…

“Shit, Kenji!” And the combined sounds of our hot, wet kisses and my pussy juices dripping from his fingers, the sweet scent of me… My loud moans and his low, manly hums. The sight of him, hair wild, sticking at his damp temples, tanned skin glistening with sweat, tattoos rolling over his working muscles… Fuck, my man is fucking gorgeous.

I don’t know how many fingers he has working me… I’ve lost count. All I know is that I’m deliciously stretched, incredibly ready, maddeningly close, and beyond pleasured… I feel the heavy weight of his long, hard cock pressed against my thigh. His big body, all around me. His fingers inside me. His mouth on mine. Nothing has ever felt so perfect. So right. So imminent, urgent, and all at once impeccably timed.

And exactly when I know he will, Kenji The Katana pulls his fingers from my cunt, making the most erotic sound, wraps them around his thick shaft, and pushes the heavy head of his cock between my folds. It only lasts a few seconds of him rubbing up and down, making an even sloppier mess, and sending more waves of pleasure through my body, before he sits back on his haunches and bends me like a pretzel.

This motherfucker! I almost laugh when he winks, grinning like the fucking rascal he is. He’s on top of me, upright, with a perfect view of my drenched entrance, bare tits, and horny face. Fucking reveling in the effect he has on my entire being. Mind, body and soul.

He wants to play that game? Let’s fucking go! I hook my hands behind my knees and spread my legs even further, giving Ken a full view of fucking everything. Winking asshole and all. His eyes glaze over and it’s my fucking turn to smirk. But not for long. Kenji’s fucking done playing. He pushes himself inside me, just the tip, and I fucking see stars. I always fucking loved this. The first stretch, the nudge of a cockhead inside my pussy. But this? This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. There is not even a measuring scale placing these sensations on the same level as any type of sex I’ve had before.

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